Page 4 of Fallout

I force myself to stand up, but I do keep a firm grasp on his arm. “Let’s go to class.”

Will hesitates but eventually nods when he sees the determined look on my face. “Fine.”

“I’m going to go grab a shirt.” Blaine winks at me. “See you fourth period, Vixen.”

I wave at him, ignoring his flirtatious remarks. Part of me thought he would stop flirting with me since I’m soulmates with Parker, but I should’ve known better. Blaine likes to flirt. The fact that I am very taken only makes it that much more fun for him.

Will leads me toward our classroom. He doesn’t even complain about the grip I have on his arm. I keep Blaine’s shirt pressed against my nose, knowing the bleeding hasn’t stopped yet.

“Are you sure going to class is a good idea?” Will eyes me warily.

“It’s fine,” I manage to mumble. I trip over my own feet and the only thing that keeps me upright is Will.

“Even if you could lie to a wolf shifter, your own clumsiness gave you away.” He huffs loudly but still leads me to our first period class. We come in right as the bell rings and take our seats in the back. Everybody turns to look at us.

Henley…

Will is…

Blaine looked so…

Can’t believe Parker…

Henley…

Will there be a pop quiz today?

Will…

This class is so boring…

Henley…

The noise reverberates in my skull, making the world spin.

“Will,” I say quietly, but I know he can hear me. “I’m going to pass out.”

I don’t stay awake long enough to know if he catches me or not.

Parker

I hate leaving Henley at school without me. Dad knows it’s torture for her to be there without me. Still, he called me away. I know he wouldn’t do it if it weren’t important, but sometimes I wish I weren’t alpha. What if one of my younger brothers had been alpha instead?

I park my Jeep in front of the house. Dad is standing, waiting for me. I join in, not bothering to mention how annoyed with him I am. I know he already knows.

“Parker,” Dad says.

I turn my attention forward, not bothering to listen to whatever he wants to say. I’m sure it would be some kind of apology, but I’m not in the mood.

“I called you because someone is snooping around pack land.”

That has me turning to look at him. “What species?”

He hesitates before answering. “Something different.”

“Different?” I raise an eyebrow.

“It reminds me of the way Henley smells, but it’s different,” Dad says.

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